Part Four: Fighting and Finding

"Hello Boulder," Dean said, watching as they drove past the sign.

Robin looked out and felt the butterflies in her stomach; Lucas was here, she just knew it.

"You ok?" Sam asked, looking at the girl's nervous face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just…I don't know, it's a bit weird, knowing I'm going to see Lucas, after all this time."

The boy nodded and began to wonder what state they would find Lucas in. Alive, he hoped for Robin's sake.

"So where we going?" Dean asked, as they pulled into the town centre.

"Ok, umm…keep going straight down…" Robin mumbled, she couldn't actually remember but she didn't want to tell them that.

Hopefully I'll recognise somewhere, she thought to herself as the shops started to fleet past.

Lucas woke up and felt his whole body ache with bruises. He looked at his clock and it was already early afternoon. He dragged himself out of bed and crawled to the bathroom, his Aunt's house in complete darkness. He preferred it that way, the sunshine had become too bright for his eyes so every curtain was shut and every light remained off.

As he gazed in the mirror, in the murky light, he could just about make out the faint outline of his face. Although he knew it wasn't really his anymore, his blonde locks had darkened and become coarser and thicker and his teeth had grown pointed. Everyday he lost a little more Lucas and gained more of the animal.

He got into the shower and as the water hit his skin, he closed his eyes, letting it pound on his back. He then grabbed a scrubbing brush from the side and started to scrub, harder and harder with each stroke. He could feel it rubbing his skin raw but he didn't care, he just wanted to get rid of the animal, he just wanted to feel clean again. As his once flawless skin started to get covered in scratches, Lucas felt his right arm flick to the side, smacking itself against the shower wall. It was the beast.

But Lucas didn't scream out, he quietly resumed his scrubbing, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything. Again, his right arm hit the shower wall but he still kept going. He could feel the beast was getting angry and he felt the whole left side of his body move to get out of the shower. And then with all the strength he could muster, he forced himself to stay in the cubicle, he wasn't leaving.

Now the animal was really annoyed and with one quick swoop of his hand, it started to drag his nails across his face. Lucas could feel the force on his cheek and the blood oozing out but still he held himself down.

"You can't control me!" he yelled.

Eventually, the beast gave up but not without scalding Lucas first by turning up the hot water. And as the boy walked past the mirror and saw his battle wounds, he couldn't help but feel a little triumphant, he might not win the war but at least, he was fighting back.

"Haven't we been past here already?" Sam asked, as he noticed the same old man on a bench.

"Yeah, we're going around in circles," Dean grumbled, they had been driving around aimlessly for 2 hours.

"No…no, we just need to take the…" Robin started but hearing Dean growl, she stopped.

"You have no idea where we're going, do you?" the older Winchester said, stopping the car suddenly.

"No…not really."

"Right, we're getting coffee and directions," Dean said loudly, pulling into the nearest parking space.

Robin blushed and grabbed her stuff, following the boys out of the car.

They entered a local café and sat at a table by the window.

"Why didn't you just say, you didn't know the way?" Sam asked, looking over the menu quickly.

"I don't know," the girl said shrugging, "thought it would be more fun this way?"

"Yeah, tons of fun, wasting petrol and time," Dean retorted, feeling the caffeine monkey on his back.

"Well I'm paying you, so I get to do what I want and you, hired hands can shut their cake-holes, capeesh?" Robin snapped back.

"Oh deja-vu," Sam replied, flashing back to an early moment with his brother.

Dean laughed before spotting a pretty waitress giving him the eye, "think I'm going to ask someone for directions."

"Hey, don't you want to know where it is?" Robin asked loudly, waving a piece of paper at the boy's back.

Dean turned around and viciously grabbed the address out of her hands before turning back, a sexy smile on his face and scrolling through his catalogue of opening lines trying to find the perfect one for the busty blonde.

"Do you want a coffee?" Sam said, rolling his eyes as Busty giggled away in the background.

"Yeah, tall latte, thanks," Robin responded, thinking how good travelling with the brothers felt.

Lucas could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he sat in the chair in the study. Today was not going to be a good day.

He tried to take his mind off his agony and took out a pristine piece of paper from the desk drawer. Maybe he should write a letter to Robin, a few parting words before the end. He took the fountain pen in his hand and started to write, letting the words just flow onto the page, whatever was in his heart.

After several minutes, he had filled the paper front and back with his neat script and leant back, reading over the letter. He would send it tomorrow, he thought, just before the full moon.

"So how long you think he'll be?" Robin said, looking over to Dean and Busty.

"Depends…give him a couple more minutes though," Sam answered.

The girl nodded and sipped her coffee, staring out the window, watching the sky started to darken. I wonder what Lucas is doing right now, she thought to herself.

"You looking forward to seeing Lucas?"

Robin turned back to Sam, slightly surprised by the question, "yes and no. I want to see him but then again, I'm still angry at him for leaving and…you know what? Do you mind if we talk about something else?"

"No, it's fine," Sam answered, seeing the hurt in her eyes, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Well…I've been wondering about you two…"

"What about us?"

"Umm…how about, why you do what you do? How you started to do what you do?" the girl said leaning forward, her interest apparent.

"It's complicated and weird…" Sam said, letting his voice trail off, he wasn't quite sure what to say. What he was allowed to tell her.

"Sam, come on, I'm tracking down my possessed husband with two demon-hunters and I killed a succubus last week. I think I can handle complicated and weird," Robin replied, smiling warmly.

"Yeah, that's true," Sam said nodding, the girl did have a point.

"So…share," Robin said, punching the boy on the arm lightly.

"Well…I guess, it all started when our mum was killed when we were young. I mean I was just a baby and anyway our father just got obsessed with this stuff. But you know, I was never really into it but then after…" Sam paused, as a stabbing pain hit his heart.

"Jessica?" Robin whispered, looking at Sam with eyes that reflected his own anguish.

"How do you know about her?" the boy said in surprise.

"Just because my eyes closed, doesn't mean I'm asleep," Robin replied, smiling for a second.

"Oh…"

"Was she your girlfriend?"

"Yes…but she died," Sam said, his voice cracking slightly.

"I'm sorry…"

Robin watched Sam as his head fell down and his shoulders hunched over, a sadness enveloping him.

"Did you love her?"

But Sam didn't answer; his mouth didn't seem to have the words or maybe he just didn't have the strength to say it without breaking down.

"It's ok..." Robin whispered, reaching over and squeezing his hand.

Sam clutched the girl's hand for a second before looking up and seeing the understanding in her eyes. She was probably the closest person to knowing what he felt and having her there at that moment was a comfort.

"Is this it?" Dean called, driving up to a large wood cabin.

"Yes," Robin said, looking at the house with a smile.

As the car stopped outside, they all took a minute to take in the surroundings. The mountains were the perfect back-drop to these beautiful forests.

No wonder, he thought of this as home, Sam thought.

"Doesn't look like anyone's in…" Dean said, seeing all the windows were covered with curtains.

"No, he's here," Robin replied, walking up to the door.

She placed her hand on the wood and took a deep breath; her husband was behind here and all she had to do was go in. She bent down and slipped the key out from a rock by the side.

"You ready?" Sam asked, putting a friendly hand on Robin's shoulder.

The girl nodded and put the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

They all walked in and found the place completely still. There were no lights on or noise from anywhere.

"Still seems like no one is here," Dean repeated, squinting in the dark for a light switch.

"He has to be here," Robin muttered, disappearing through to the next room.

"And let there be light!" Dean said loudly, turning on a lamp.

"AAARGGGHHH!" a gruff voice screamed.

The brothers whirled around to find a man in the corner, a blanket covering him so they could barely see his face.

"Get out!" the voice shouted again.

Sam studied the man in front of him or at least, what he assumed to be a man. He was crouched over and on all fours, almost animal like.

"GET OUT!" the man bellowed, getting up.

Dean turned to look at his brother, unsure of what to do but slipping out his gun anyway.

"Lucas?" Sam asked, edging towards the figure slowly.

The man turned around and slipped the cover away from his head, as if deciding whether to answer or not.

"Lucas?" the boy repeated.

This time, the man started to gradually turn around until he was facing both brothers, a fierce grin on his mouth.

"No Lucas here, I'm afraid," he said, his sharp teeth shining in the light.

Writer's note: Pure, glad you're still enjoying it. Thanks.